This afternoon I was putting groceries away when a grocery bag broke and dropped a can of coconut milk right on my toe. It took off a big chunk of skin and hit me so hard that is was a good five minutes before it even started to bleed. I was hopping around and yelling like a maniac, so Matthew finished putting the groceries away. When he was done, he came to make sure I was ok. Nice, right? He’s a good kid.
Malia’s response was a bit cooler. “At least it didn’t hit your toenail.” Sigh. No sympathy there. But she does have a valid point. I do have cute toenails right now. Maybe they will provide a distraction from the sorry state of the rest of my toe.
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